Unhinged

He adjusted in his throne, his jaw cradled in his fist, elbow resting on the throne's arm rest—a skeletal structure with protruding arms, palms outstretched.

His eyes glowed with a fierce intensity, orbs of yellow radiance, while an azure crystal embedded deep into his chest, softly illuminated his form in a rhythmic, ethereal glow.

"Hmm, he struck the mark," Arcanis murmured to himself, fixated ahead, his pupils resembling molten lava on the verge of eruption.

"Even if unintended, I'm oddly impressed," he remarked, easing into his throne of bones, chin stroked in contemplation.

"But I wonder, how far will he exploit this vulnerability?" he pondered, tilting his head in curiosity.

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"How did my life spiral into this… horror?" he reflected in the midst of the eerie silence.